Showing posts with label Treasure Prompt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Treasure Prompt. Show all posts

Sunday March 15th, 2015

The exercise:

Write about: the treasure.

Because, somehow or another, I've yet to use that as a prompt.

Also: I managed to finish going through the boxes of my old stuff that were waiting for me in the garage and in the computer/office room. I really didn't think I'd have the time to sort through everything, but I got there. Definitely had trouble putting more than a few items into the discard pile, but I just kept reminding myself that no matter how nice it would be to keep certain items... they'd just end up back in a box or on a shelf, forgotten or ignored.

I picked out a bag's worth of stuff (my own limit) to bring back with us. It's mostly things for Max, but I did find a couple items that should come in handy for me in Osoyoos. I'm also leaving behind three bins worth of things that I'm getting my parents to continue to store for me.

If you think that's a lot, please be aware that there were something like ten or eleven boxes when I started.

Anyway. We're catching the ferry back to Vancouver tomorrow, where we'll be splurging on a hotel for the night before finishing the drive home to Osoyoos on Tuesday.

Not particularly looking forward to Max having to part ways with Nana and Pop in the morning.

Mine:

Crap. Garbage. Garbage. Crap. What the... oh.

Why would I even keep this in the first place? It should have been tossed in the trash twenty years ago.

Twenty years. God, that's more than half my life.

Nope. Not going down that road, thank you very much. Keep on target. Keep... on... target.

Crap. Garbage. Can't possibly still work. Probably never did. Crap. Ugh, embarrassing. Where's the paper shredder again?

There, that's a satisfying sound, isn't it? Now, where was I? Oh. Right.

Garbage. Garbage. Garbage. Gar... wait, what's this? Oh, man. I played with this little car so much when I was a kid. Just utterly loved the colors. Always ran so smooth. I can't believe it's still in such good shape.

That's one for the keeper pile - Max will get it after we're back home. It'll be so neat to see him playing with it.

Nice.

Crap. Garbage. Crap. Garbage. Crap...